Romance Novels With Shy Heroines Novels & Stories

For years, I fantasized about his lips and now, he was kissing the goosebumps out of me. I could not help but to kiss him back, putting every emotion I held for him into the kiss and when he held my hips and pulled me closer to his body, I felt my body ignite even more. I placed my hands on his chest and tilted my head sideways, deepening the kiss. Just as I was about to open my mouth for him when his tongue asked for entrance, I heard someone clear their throat. It was as if I remembered where I was and pulled away at the same time he did. I became shy when I heard the loud noises coming from the crowd watching us and looked down, trying not to also look Anthony in the face.

Raphael smirked, enjoying the small scowl in Shaine’s face. She came yes but it wasn’t as magical as she thought it would be because of what Raphael did. In her mind, she was already planning her revenge. She attacked Raphael’s lips and made him sit on the couch, straddling him, squeezing herself on top of Raphael. “Oh? So you want to dominate me, huh?” He whispered, narrowing his eyes due to Shaine’s beauty. Shaine being innocent, prim and proper, and lustful would make you horny. Shaine being dominant, aggressive, and lustful would make you fall for her.

I couldn't help but wonder why he would even had dreamt of walking close to me. But I felt good about it, from the smile on his face I could tell, he meant well. "Hi" He said to me in a charming voice. I was still flustered and was feeling embarrassed. I could barely opened my lips to say anything. The only thing I wanted to do, was to run as far from there as possible. But then again, no backing out till I get rejected.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 4 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

She was not a shy girl, but the unexpectedness of it made her put her arms over her perfectly sculpted round breasts, trying to cover herself, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. Damian took her hands at once and put them on his own chest that erupted with those addictive tingles, scooping her face in his hands instead as he started kissing her lips gently, speaking between each peck. “Don’t-you-ever-hide-from-me, Shaylin…You couldn’t be any more perfect then you are…”, his voice rasped against Shaylin’s mouth, their hot breaths battling for supremacy as he slowly let his hand fall down to her perfect breast, flicking her rose pink nipple with his thumb gently. As Shay’s fingers traile

The way the light caught in her hair and made her look like something out of a painting. Finally sensing me, she looked up with wide eyes and tried to hide her face behind the book. After touching each other intimately, after bringing her to climax with my hands and my mouth, she was still shy. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" "No." Lowering the book, she added, "I was just reading." "What are you reading?" Showing me the cover, she revealed one of the romance novels I'd given her weeks ago. Smiling, I sat down across from her. "Any good?"

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

Oh my, I just looked down; embarrassment burns my inside so hard, I just remain shaken, afraid to look at his face. He chuckles, so deep and feral that it has me trembling. He steps closer, and I hold my breath, his warm hand brushes against the tip of my chin, I remain shaking. Damn, this is not how it goes in all those romance novels, I am supposed to smile and say something cheeky not shake like an idiot. Why do I keep reading romance novels when clearly I still act like a wimp when I am around him? “Look at me, Juni.” No one calls me Juni, except Astrid, my mother and Cleo whenever they want to annoy me, but when he says it, my heart leaps on fire.

I love the way she feels shy on my words and I want her to react that way only in front of me and only me. I carried her to the bed and started kissing her. Her heavy breathing was turning me on. I was kissing every bit of her, biting every bit of her, marking every inch of her body as mine. I pulled the straps of her dress and now she was only in a single piece of cloth in front of me. My girl, is really so beautiful. She's got perfect curves which made my heart beat fast. I couldn't move my gaze away from her and she was shy because of my gaze. She turned her head away and that gave me access to her neck and I started biting and kissing her. I got her weak spot and she moaned on my action.

A thing as tiny as a thorn hurting her feet. Afraid of heavy rain. Lightening. Always seeking protection in his embrace. Roshanay wasn't her but she often reminded him of her. She talked so less around him. That night was only when she has startedopening up to him a little. He still barely knew anything about her. Barely. Her whole form most of the time was wrapped in nervousness around him. He intercepted through the shaking of her hands whenever he neared her, her hushed breaths and her always looking away whenever he tried maintaining their stare.